I baked some bread yesterday, and Alex was practically eating the handle off the oven door in his desperation to have some.
When the bread was finally cooled enough to cut into, I have him and Julia each a slice with a little butter, and they scurried into their little holes (just kidding) to eat it.
A little later, Alex came back to me, eyes wide, rubbing his belly. "Mom! I just loved that bread so much, I'm still hungry! Can I have another piece?"
And as I went back into the kitchen to cut him another slice, he told me
"That's the best bread you ever made! It's even gooder than sushi!"
And if you've read this blog for any length of time, or if you know my son, you will know that he could bestow no higher compliment on a food. Or the cook.
Gooder than sushi. I think, if I ever were to open a bakery or a restaurant, that's what I'd have to call the place.